[Chinese gods + cute babies + national destiny + apocalypse + invincibility + cool writing + crushing foreign gods]
Gods came to the world and all races invaded.
Western gods use faith as a blade to harvest humans. Olympus, Nordic, Amaterasu... Foreign gods are approaching the city, and the Blue Star civilization is in danger.
The whole world says that China is the worst place - without the blessing of gods, it can only bear death with its flesh and blood.
Only a few people know that the Chinese gods have never left.
They are waiting for someone.
Lin Xuan, three and a half years old, an orphan of a martyr, drinks Wangzai milk with his orchid finger raised, is afraid of injections, loves taking naps, and can't walk when he sees candied haws.
It is also China's top secret - "the country's sharp sword".
Thirty-five Chinese gods lived in his sea of consciousness, lined up to possess him, and took turns to fight.
Sun Wukong thought it was too early to take a nap, Nezha used the enemy's divine fire to roast sweet potatoes, the King of Hell checked the accounts and found the military canteen, Taishang Laojun blew up seventeen microwave ovens, Pangu was cut off every time he wanted to give a speech...
"I am Pan..."
The ax fell.
Opposite, gone.
The Allied Forces of the Western Gods sent a question: "Why did China let a three-year-old child go to the battlefield?"
Long Yuan leaned on crutches, opened the account book filled with red pen, and replied with only four words:
"None of your business."
When Apollo saw Lin Xuan for the first time, he laughed loudly: "Send this kind of thing?"
Three seconds later, he knelt on the ground, his legs giving in before his brain.
Since then, "the gods are forbidden to travel within China" has become common sense for the survival of the gods in the entire universe.
And the child biting the pacifier sat on Zhao Tiezhu's shoulder, stretched out his chubby little hand, and pointed into the distance:
"Then
